The small town I lived in was situated high up in the mountains, which sometimes had the advantages of a good view, but also the disadvantages of wild animals. 531Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ489o2HxHv6
Now currently, I was lost. I was meant to time myself for half an hour, but my phone broke-oh who am I kidding? I forgot. There, I admitted it. I actually forgot to time myself, because I couldn't be bothered...if that made any sense.
I halted in my tracks when I saw the familiar looking tree with the single pink flower blossoming.
Am I walking in circles? I must be.
If you're thinking that there's an easier way out like calling someone, then you're wrong. In fact, I tried that but there was no signal. I was in too deep.
And I definitely wasn't going to yell out for rescue. God knows what might pop up.
I scratched the back of my head in puzzlement and looked around me. What if I turned back around? Surely that should lead me out of the woods.
I made my way back from the direction-hopefully- I entered from... Or was it that way?
I exhaled in irritation and decided to continue the trip from what I hoped was the way out. I needed to get out of this place before night falls. Stories of the woods were told to us when we were young, and frankly, they weren't enlightening.
The sound of a branch snapping behind me broke my training thoughts, and immediately, I whipped my head to where it came from but sighed in relief, when I saw a puppy.
A puppy? What's a puppy doing here?
The little creature looked up at me with wide innocent eyes as I neared it. No, this isn't a puppy, it's a baby wolf.
I kneeled down in front of the pup and cooed at it lovingly, whilst scratching behind it's ear, "what are you doing out here on your own?"
I knew the pup wouldn't reply because I mean, it's an animal. It's parents are probably out there searching for him and-wait.
It's parent are probably out there searching for it.
Parents out there.
Out HERE.
Oh god, I had to leave. I glanced at the little pup who I just assumed was a boy. How can I leave him here? take him with me?
No, his parents would follow you then, my subconscious replied back.
I sighed tiredly and patted the pup's head gently before standing up, dusting the non-existent dirt on my pants and walked off. I didn't look back. Why should I? At least he has someone looking for him. My parents are most likely lying about somewhere in the living room, watching T.V because this isn't the first time I've gone out for a "long" walk.
I snuck a glance behind me and jumped in surprise when I saw the little wolf following me.
What the hell?
He stopped and looked up. I nearly awed at the innocent sight in front of me but then I remembered his parents. I didn't want to get eaten today. Or any other day.
"Go away. Your parents are most likely looking for you. Don't make it harder for them," and to exaggerate my point, I pointed at the trees behind him. He looked back and then at me and whined.
This is so adorab- NO! Snap out of it. I don't want to die today.
I began to slowly move backwards, away from the pup when suddenly, the back of my runners hit something hard and I tripped and fell on the hard ground.Why is my life so stupid?
A sharp pain exploded through the left side of my abdomen making groan in agony when I moved. I cursed underneath my breath and gently tried to lift myself up into a sitting position.
After inspecting my minor injury, I looked underneath my legs for what was responsible for my fall and found a box. A small wooden rectangular box with ancient-like decorations carved into it. What's a box doing in the middle of the woods?
My head shot up at the sound of growling and whilst I was relieved that it was only the young pup, I was confused why he was growling at the box. I mean, for God's sake, it's only a box.
A box you found in the woods, my subconscious remarked.
Okay, now this was getting creepy. Should I open it or not?
stuff it.
I placed the rectangular object onto my lap and flinched a little when the little wolf bark. I glanced up at him in irritation, "what?"
He growled viscously at me whilst slowly nearing towards the box. I pulled the casket slightly towards me cautiously. What the-
The pup pounced at me at high speed, making me to push the box aside and place my hands up in front of my face in protection.
But nothing happened. Instead, he was trying to bite the rusty lock of the wooden casket. But why?
I knew I couldn't open it with my hands, so I stood up, looked around and grabbed the strongest looking rock. I patted the back of the little pup and gently pushed him to the side- much to his protest-and kneeled in front of the wooden object.
Grabbing the slightly wet lock, it was obvious that it had been here for a while, unless the box itself was old.
I smashed the tip of the rock onto the lock, and within the fourth try, it broke. I let out a breath of accomplishment and grinned at the pup when he barked in what I assumed was excitement. I don't know what dogs think.
He isn't a dog. He's a wolf, my subconscious remarked.
And he isn't a he. He could be a she, I replied back.
Great, now I'm going talking to myself.
I hurriedly took the lock off and opened the box, only to recoil back in fright, the sound of my scream echoing throughout the silent forest.
I stared in shock and disgust at the-the thing in the casket and finally understood why the pup wanted it open, as he rushed to the box in hunger. I nearly gagged at the strong smell of copper. Maybe I shouldn't have opened it, I thought in disturbance.
Because inside the box was a chopped up hand with a note in the middle.
And it said in bold, neat handwriting,
Enjoy.
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